Quick update: We moved! We left Hawaii on July 5th, spent a few weeks back and forth between the grandparents’, and landed in New York (the state, not the city… damn.) mid-August. New York was kind of a surprise… we found out 2 1/2 weeks before the movers came that our things wouldn’t be going to the house we had already rented in Alexandria, VA. I’m thinking of writing another post about that whole mess entitled, “That’s Why They’re Called ‘Orders.'”
Anyway, surprise number 2… a few days later we found out that I’m “in the family way,” as no one says anymore. I’m a bit into the second trimester now and already have noticed quite a few differences between pregnancy #1 and pregnancy #2. And so, without further ado:
1) The Doctor. With J, I went to see the doctor to confirm I was pregnant about 4 minutes after the clinic opened the morning after I saw those two lines on the EPT, and was panicked when they told me that they didn’t need to see me until 9-12 weeks. (What?!?! Don’t you people know how important consistent pre-natal care is for the health of the baby?!?! How am I supposed to know what I can and can’t drink/eat/breathe/watch/wear?!?! You can’t tell me that polyester blends don’t harm the baby!!) With this little one, the nausea hit, the fatigue hit, the bloating hit (oh, Lord, did the bloating hit), and having a medical professional assess my hCG levels seemed superfluous. I called our insurance company to see where I should go, and found out that since I wasn’t in our service area, they wouldn’t really cover an appointment, so I thought, “Meh — I’m sure things are fine. $300 for a doc to tell me what I already know isn’t super necessary. I don’t need to be seen until the end of the first trimester anyway…”
2) The Belly Part I. With J, I was about 20 weeks before my baby-belly could be distinguished from “ugh – I should not have had that third burrito at Taco Bell. Pass the gas-x.” This time…. a plumber asked me at the ripe ol’ gestational age of 14 weeks how far along I was. Seriously?! Fix the leaky pipe and leave, crazy person. It’s comparable to blowing up a balloon for the second time. Basically, it went from conception to, “where are my maternity pants?” Not to mention the belly button. Think of that little plastic guy in the turkey that pops up when it’s cooked. And, yes – it is visible through my clothes. Cheers.
3) The Belly II. Along the same lines… the belly thing last time was exhilarating (after the distended bowel look passed, obviously). I was so proud the first time I realized that I couldn’t see my toes without bending over, and when I got big enough that strangers knew I was pregnant, it was like Christmas. This time, I feel like a house. I sent a pic to my mom of my belly from my perspective, noting that toes were definitely not visible, and she sent back a very enthusiastic “YAY!!!” and I was like, “ugh. Do you know how difficult it is to be this big?? And I already know I’m going to get bigger!”